User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/A Rewrite of Redwall: Loamhedge/@comment-3474228-20150411011357/@comment-2246928-20150603162231

A moment or two passed, and then an ancient, bespectacled hedgehog peered curiously over the wall. "Oh, we've still got a watch all right, young sir. I'm it, though Junty takes every other day when he's not down in the cellars. Now how might I help you two vil..." He blinked, took off his glasses, shined them on the surface of his habit, and popped them back on again, staring at the two beasts. "Well bless my heart, is that young Bragoon and Sarobando I see before me?"

Saro looked up at the hedgehog, scratched her tail, and then grinned, pointing at the old hedgehog as it suddenly came to her who exactly this strange creature was. "Shave me tail an' call me a weasel... Abbot Phredd?"